The next day I wake up to a bustle of movement and high raised voices outside. I stare at the ceiling confused as to what was going on. I drag myself to the window, still half asleep, and stare down at…
What the f**k?
My eyes bulge out as I stare down at a large number of men and women moving around carrying full baskets of blueberries from the field to the barn, some were bend over the shrubs picking the berries, while others were in the clearing sitting on the grass. I can’t exactly see what they were doing from up here, but they looked busy.
“What?” I say out loud, because I can’t believe what I’m seeing.
Who are all these people?
Well, I’m not going to find out staring down at them from the window. I rush to the bathroom, and take a quick shower. I get dressed in the space of te
